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Ceramic Memories

But then, there it was, calling to me as certainly as my mother saying it was time to come in for supper. It was cool white like fine china, about 12 inches long with cobalt blue numbers and letters on one end and the same on the other only the color was a faded black. Cylindrical, its size grew larger toward the center and at evenly spaced intervals smooth groves dipped and returned without a sharp edge anywhere. Perfectly formed into each end was a hole — that, honestly, looked like a doughnut — for what I did not know.